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He and Justin were supposed to meet at the gym at 6:30 for their leg workout, and even though it was a Saturday, he still had the contest looming, and every workout counted. Better to keep a schedule of eating and workouts than to sleep in on the weekend. He could always catch a nap that afternoon. Which he was sure that he was going to need. After their little episode with the phone call last night, and Scott coming all over Ruth-Ann's tits, they had both dozed off on the kitchen floor. Quick enough though, she had woken back up, and decided that she wanted more. They started on the kitchen table, where he had eaten her beautiful pussy twice more while giving his cock time to recover. Then it was on to the shower, where she had sucked his cock like a woman possessed. She obviously wanted him so keyed up that he would lose his mind, and it certainly came close to that. He had carried her out of the shower, laid her on the bed, and just taken her, with little concern for her. She had teased him so much that he just had to come. Which judging by her moans and screams, she was having just as much fun as he was. Scott had ended up getting off twice more that night. Both times, since he did not have any condoms in the house, he had to pull out when the time came, and both times Ruth-Ann had insisted that he come in her mouth. The girl obviously had a taste for cum, and for the time being Scott was happy to accommodate her little kink. After his third come of the night, Scott was worn out. He had gone to sleep almost immediately, with Ruth-Ann curled up next to him under the clean sheets, her head on his chest and a hand draped over his other pec. It had been a while since Scott had shared his bed with anyone else, so he woke up a number of times during the night, surprised to find someone else in the bed with him. When he was not trying to get back to sleep, his dreams were filled with all sorts of random disturbing images of him and Ruth-Ann getting caught in all sorts of compromising positions. Needless to say, he did not sleep very well. So now his alarm clock was telling him it was time to get up and head to the gym for yet another workout. He rolled over, turned off the alarm, and then turned back over in order to look at this girl who was sleeping in his bed. He knew that the feelings starting to come alive in his brain, not just his groin, were real, but how could he allow them to be real? She was a student after all, and he was good at hiding secrets, but this could be too big to cover up. When more than one person knows a secret, it gets that much harder to keep. And by his count, there were at least three people who knew about the two of them. Not good. Scott reached out and shook her shoulder, gently at first, then more forceful when she did not respond. Ruth-Ann rolled over, groaned, and then put a pillow over her head, a clear indication that 6am was WAY too early for her to even think about getting out of bed. Fine. It would be easier to leave her here, and not have to talk about anything before he headed to the gym. Slipping out of bed, Scott got ready almost by routine; he had done it so many times. Get dressed, take his pre-workout supplements with a tall glass of water, mix up his pre and post-workout protein shakes, throw everything in the gym bag, and head out the door. He made sure to leave a note on the kitchen table for Ruth-Ann in case she decided to get up before he got back in a couple of hours. In the truck, Scott loaded up a Pantera CD in the player as he pulled out of the driveway. He really was dragging ass this morning, and knew that he needed some sort of extra motivation to get going. Knowing Justin, he had gone to bed early last night, and was going to be bouncing off the walls ready to go. That guy could be a real pain in the ass sometimes, always positive and shit. Very annoying, but he was good to have around for early morning sessions. Unfortunately, Scott's brain was still thinking about the Ruth-Ann mess that he had created, and he was not getting mentally ready for his workout. So he turned up the radio, rolled down the window, and starting singing along as he drove into the rising sun. Anything to get that girl out of his head, at least for a while would be welcome. Pulling into the gym parking lot, Scott saw that Justin's car was already here, along with about three or four more. The crowds on Saturday mornings were even sparser than during the week. Good. Turn up the music and get to work time. "Hey Scott, about time you showed up." "Yea, fuck you too. I got here as fast as I could drag my lazy ass out of bed." "Lazy ass? Since when are you lazy? What's the matter didn't get a lot of sleep last night? Did ya go out somewhere and pick up some little fling that you left asleep in the bed this morning?" Justin didn't know how close he was to the truth on that. "Yea, something like that. Get the squat rack ready, I am going to commandeer the sound system this morning." Scott went to the front desk, and told the little teenybopper to put in his Metallica CD. She was half asleep, and really didn't care. So walking back into the weight room, Scott heard the beginning strains of "Master of Puppets" coming over the speakers. Best album Metallica ever put out, and wonderful music to get psyched up to. A little air guitar, a little head banging, and it was time to go. The gym was just occupied by Scott, Justin, some other guy who always seemed to be there when Scott was, and the two cardio twins. They were two girls, sisters he thought, who always wore matching outfits to the gym, and always seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time on the cardio equipment, talking the whole time about god only knows. Scott had dubbed them the cardio twins because he had no desire to learn their real names. Kind of like the two guys who came in the gym, and all they did were bench presses. All the time, every time, bench presses. Scott had dubbed them the Bench Brothers, again because he had not time or interest in learning who they were in real life. If they wanted some advice, he would be happy to offer it, but for the time being they were a stupid distraction. "Alright brother, lets get this party started." * * * * * Ruth-Ann rolled over, and kept rolling. She had not been able to sleep very well during the night, mostly because sleeping in the same bed with someone she had just had sex with was a very new experience for her. She had finally rolled over, and discovered that the other side of the bed was empty. Where did he go? The first thought that had run through her mind was of rolling over and wrapping her arms around Scott so that she could snuggle up closer to him and enjoy this moment for at least a little bit longer. Her dreams the night before had run the spectrum from Scott losing his job and her being shunned all the way to the two of them escaping to Fiji and living a life of excess there. She had wanted to cuddle up close to him for a little while longer in order to deny reality setting in. But he wasn't here. Pout! Ruth-Ann threw the sheets off of her, and rolled out of bed. Rolling being the operative word – the bed was a king size plus, and she could have probably fit her entire soccer team in here if they all got real close. She saw the dress shirt she had been wearing from the night before laying on the floor, and figured it would not be good to wander around his house totally nude, in case his maid came by on Saturdays, or some other domestic servant that she didn't know about. The thought briefly crossed her mind as to how someone who is a principal of a school, be it a very high-class school, could afford to live like this. There must be money somewhere that she did not know about. Plodding into the kitchen, Ruth-Ann headed straight to the fridge and opened the door. "OK," she thought, "No orange juice, no milk, no soft drinks. What the hell is this red stuff in the container?" It smelled like fruit juice, so she took a swig straight out of the container. 'HHHmmmm, not too bad. Kind of tastes like raspberry Kool-Aid.' Still drinking from the container, she rummaged through the cabinets until she found a glass, and poured herself a drink. Leaving the container on the counter – after all the physical exertion last night, she was really thirsty – she noticed the note sitting on the table. "Good lord, this guy is almost unstoppable. Who the hell goes to the gym at 6am on a Saturday of all days?! Maybe during the week, but this is stupid. That means that he has been up and gone for over an hour already. Good grief." Ruth-Ann was dedicated to her soccer conditioning, but this was too much for her. 'However, he did leave me here by myself', she thought, 'so I guess I should give myself the nickel tour. Although in this place, it could be worth a quarter.' As Ruth-Ann wandered from room to room in the house, juice glass in hand and white dress shirt open to her knees, she realized that the house was a lot bigger than she had first imagined it to be. 'This place has to be at least as big as my house, and he lives here alone? Oh god, he does live alone, doesn't he?' Ruth- Ann's rationality kicked in quickly on that one. If Scott had been married, wouldn't she have seen his wife at one of the school functions last year? Of course she would have. By her count, Ruth-Ann found four more bedrooms, three more bathrooms, although none as nice as the Master Bath, the exercise room, an office, a home theater room, and the library. The library was what stole her attention the most. Whoever had designed and built this house must have spent some time in a monastery or two over in Europe. The room was a two-story affair at the end of the hall, with vaulted ceilings that had windows at the very top. The entire room was done in dark leather and wood paneling, with the bookcases stretching at least 12 feet up the walls all the way around. A ladder was attached to the wall by a brass railing that ran the entire length of the room to allow access to all of the books in the cases. A number of leather armchairs and couches were scattered around the room, obviously for the comfort of the reader. Ruth-Ann wondered briefly if all of the books were just for show, but as she looked closer, she saw some obviously worn paperbacks sitting on the shelves, and some hardbacks that did not fit in with the décor of the rest of the room. So maybe Scott was a reader after all. Ruth-Ann climbed the ladder to look down at the room, and then in a fit of inspiration, planted her hands on the sides of the ladder, and pushed herself off on one of the bookcases. The ladder almost flew around the room, navigating the rounded corners with nary a squeal. With that one push, Ruth-Ann had sent herself all the way around the room. Obviously, maintenance of the ladder was part of the regular cleaning in the room. Ruth-Ann climbed back down to continue her search of the house, giving the ladder a small push as a fond farewell. She hoped that she would be able to spend more time in this room later. But right now, a shower, and maybe back into bed to watch some TV while waiting for Scott to get back sounded like a very good idea. * * * * * "That's it, hit the shot just like that. Make sure that the veins are popping out when you flex." Justin was watching Scott pose in between sets, and offering advice. Which wasn't that bad of an idea. Justin had some contest experience under his belt as well, so he knew what the judges were looking for, and how to display yourself to that end. "Come on Scott, squeeze those abs a little harder. Make the skin stretch out over them." "Fuck you. I am flexing as hard as I can." "Well, you must be doing something right. Take a look at your stalker and the cardio twins when you hit a side tricep." Scott turned to the side, flexing his arm and checking out the other three people in the gym. The two cardio twins, for once, were not talking. Rather, they were still walking on the treadmills, but both of them were focused on the mirror that Scott was posing in. Both of them looked shell-shocked, and the one on the right even had her mouth hanging open a little, causing a rather amusing combination of exertion and amazement to hang on her face. The guy that Justin had called the stalker was sitting at a lat pull down machine across the room, but even he was staring at Scott as he continued to check his condition in the mirror. Scott decided that since he was feeling good that morning, and had just completed a rather satisfying workout, he would play to the crowd a little bit. With an exaggerated motion, he bent over and took off his shirt, draping it over the leg press next to him. With his entire upper torso now exposed, Scott began to hit pose after pose, checking himself but also checking the reaction of the other three people in the room. He was obviously getting to them. Both of the cardio twin's mouths were hanging open now, and they had given up all pretense of walking on the treadmill. They were both straddling the machine, letting the belt go on its merry way underneath them. The guy in the corner was still staring intently, and one of his hands seemed to have disappeared out of sight. Justin knew exactly what Scott was doing, and with the body he was sporting at that point, he was able to. Justin just thought it was hilarious, but he knew that if he laughed out loud, he would spoil the moment that Scott was creating for his audience. "Hey Scott. Why don't you really blow their minds and check the condition of your legs? I bet they would appreciate a better look." Holding a side chest pose, Scott turned his head a little bit and looked at Justin to gauge if he was truly serious. When he realized that his training partner was egging him on, Scott decided that he might was well go for it. Reaching down, he took his workout pants and quickly shucked them, letting them fall to the floor, so that he stood there with his pants around his ankles and his red nylon thong on display for the rest of the room. As he had hoped, he heard a collective gasp come up from the other occupants of the room, including Justin. Which was strange, because Justin had seen him in the locker room plenty of times, and knew what kind of condition he was in, and more importantly right now, what type of underwear he chose to wear. As Scott continued to pose in the mirror, he noticed that one of the cardio twins was staring at his ass and absently (he thought) stroking one of her nipples through her sports bra. Her sister was just staring off into space in his general direction. Might as well give them the entire picture, Scott thought. So he turned around in order to check out the back of his legs in the mirror, but it also allowed the others in the room to check out his equipment stuffed in the front of the thong. The nylon was nice and tight, so you could almost tell if he was Jewish of not if you looked close enough. As soon as he turned around, Scott's stalker quickly got up and walked out of the room. Scott could have sworn that he saw a hard on tenting out the front of that guy's spandex shorts. "Ok, enough play time for now. I need to get back home and eat. Justin, you coming?" "Yea, let me grab my bag and then we can get our stuff out of the locker room." Scott pulled his pants back up, grabbed his shirt off of the leg press and headed into the locker room with Justin on his heels. As they turned the corner, they were greeted with the sight of the stalker guy from the weight room slumped in the corner. His spandex shorts were pulled down enough for him to get access to his equipment, and he was jerking on his cock like a man possessed. "Man what the fuck are you doing?" Scott put as much contempt into his voice as he was able. The guy looked like he was truly off on a world of his own. The guy's head snapped up, and a look of fear mixed with desire flooded into his face. "Oh Shit! Oh fuck! Uhh... uhh..." The guy was fumbling for words, but at the same time he was still stroking his cock. "I said, what the fuck are you doing?" "Uhh... Uhh.... Oh fuck it! I'm sorry. I can't help it. I have been watching you ever since I joined the gym, and made it so that I was here whenever you were working out. I can't get enough of looking at you, and when you posed this morning, it was all I could do to not lose my mind. And then when you pulled your workout pants down and had on a thong underneath, I thought I was going to pass out. I only thought gay guys wore thongs, and even then not all the time. I couldn't help it, my dick got hard and I had to come in here to take care of it. I didn't think that the two of you would follow me in here so quickly." "So you are in here STILL jerking off because you were watching Scott pose?" Justin always had a way of getting right to the point. "Look, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. Let me make it up to you. Please. Let me suck your dicks. Both of you, I don't care. I will blow both of you right now. I am so fucking turned on by watching you pose in the mirror that I have to get off. Let me get you off as well Scott, please? Justin, I'll blow you also, at the same time. Oh please! Please let me suck your cocks! Please let me worship your body while I blow you." Everything had suddenly gotten very surreal for Scott. Five minutes ago he was just posing in front of the mirror checking his progress, and now there was a guy in the locker room begging to suck his cock because he had flexed in front of the guy. While some part of his brain was still trying to process those facts. Another part noticed that the guy, whose name Scott still did not know past Stalker dude, had come over to kneel in front of Scott and was in the process of pulling his pants and thong off in order to get at his cock. Once his cock was free of its confines Stalker Guy popped the whole thing into his mouth and began to do a Hoover impression in it. Obviously the guy did not want to make this a drawn out affair. He wanted to make Scott come, and come quick. Stalker Guy popped Scott's cock out of his mouth long enough to tell Justin, "Come on man, get over here. I want to have two cocks to suck on at the same time." Scott could tell that Justin was hesitant about what was going on right in front of his face, but never the less, he did take the two steps forward and dropped his shorts so that his semi-erect cock slapped the guy on the side of the face. "Alright dude, if you want it that bad, you got it. Time to make both of us blow our loads on your tongue. Suck it dude." And he was only too happy to oblige. Stalker Guy obviously knew his was around a cock, because he was sucking to end to world on one unit while using his hand on the other unit to keep it interested. Up and down, all around, licking the underside of the crown where everything is that much more sensitive, then using his hand to jack that cock off while using his tongue on just the head. Everything he was doing was for one purpose only – to get Scott and Justin off. He had even quit jerking his own cock, because he needed two hands to take the tag team he was dealing with. Justin was obviously getting into the swing of things, for his moans and grunts were getting more pronounced, but Scott was having trouble. Even thought the situation had gotten very strange in a hurry, and he normally would not have any reservations about getting his dick sucked by a guy he hardly knew, this morning was different. Stalker guy obviously knew how to suck a dick for maximum effect, and even though on a purely physical level it did feel very good, his brain was not into it. Scott looked down, and all he could see was Ruth-Ann in between his legs, taking the place of this stranger. His body was enjoying the Hoover action, but his brain was trying to detach from the situation and place Ruth- Ann on his dick instead of this guy. What the fuck was that all about? He had gotten enough blowjobs from other guys over the years that having one given to him freely was nothing new. So why now should he not be able to stand back and enjoy what was happening here? Why was this damn girl invading his thoughts so much that he couldn't even get off in some stranger's mouth? What the fuck!? With a violent roar, Scott slapped the hand away that was wrapped around his dick, and kicked the guy in the chest, sending him sprawling. The guy still had hold of Justin's dick with this mouth and other hand, so as he fell, it pulled Justin off balance, and they both tumbled to the floor. Apparently Justin's body decided that exact moment was the best time to start coming, because Stalker guy was now pinned on the floor under Justin, with the cock that was still in his hand firing its load all over his face. The combination sounds of pleasure, pain, and surprise was too much for Scott. He pulled up his pants, getting his underwear tangled somewhere under his balls, grabbed his bag, and almost broke the door off of the hinges getting out of the room. Behind him, the sounds of "What the fuck was that?" gave him little comfort. Turning the corner, he ran right into both of the cardio twins, who apparently were heading for the women's locker room. With his momentum, Scott knocked both of them over. As they fell, one of the girls reached up and managed to grab a hold of the top of his pants as she went down, and of course the pants came down with her. So now both girls were laying flat on their backs in the hallway, staring up at Scott's cock that had not softened at all. "Holy fuck! Look at that!" With the mood that he was in, Scott had no desire to let them do that. All he could think about was getting out of the gym and on the road. Anywhere was better than here for trying to sort out the feelings in his head. Stepping over the still prone girls, Scott made a beeline for the exit, ignoring the cries of the two girls imploring him to come back, or at least slow down. Not a chance. Not right now. He had other things to deal with, and even though his cock was part of the problem right now, it was also going to be part of the solution. Let is stay hard until he got home. It would probably make him feel better if it did. * * * * * Ruth-Ann lay in bed again, floating in and out of sleep. The pillows were so comfortable, and the bed so big, that she had gone back to the bedroom with the intention of laying down and watching TV, but as soon as she had crawled back in, the bed sucked her in and made her forget all about the Saturday morning cartoons. So now she was lying on his side of the bed, smelling the pillow he used last night, and reliving all of the ways that they had used each other the night before. She was still wearing his shirt from the night before, but she had it pulled open once again and was slowly pinching her nipples while she remembered how Scott had eaten her pussy on the kitchen table the night before. She could feel that same pussy getting moist again as she saw herself grabbing Scott by the hair and pulling his face further into her crotch as she came for the second time that night. There was something about getting eaten out on the kitchen table like a dinner entrée that was strangely exciting for her. She wondered what it would be like to switch positions, to have Scott spread eagle on the table and her sitting in one of the chairs slowly sucking on his cock like a piece of filet mignon. Would she tease him, forcing him to lie there and take it? Or would she go at it hard and fast, getting him quickly to the breaking point, and then climbing on top to have him come inside her pussy? She was already on the pill, so getting pregnant was not an issue, but she was enjoying his come so much last night that she didn't feel it was necessary to share that bit of information just yet. Somewhere in the back of her brain there was recognition of a door slamming shut somewhere in the house. The majority of her brain decided to ignore it since she was already having so much fun fantasizing and playing with herself. Suddenly she felt a presence in the room, and opened her eyes enough to see Scott drop his bag to the floor and begin to kick off his shoes. For some reason he was not wearing a shirt, but who cares? She liked him better that way. "Hey. How are you?" Scott didn't answer. Instead, he finished kicking off his shoes, pulled his socks off in two quick movements, and then ripped his pants and thong off in one quick motion. Ruth-Ann saw that his cock was already hard, and the end seemed to be glistening. "What the hell?" she managed to squeak out through the half open eyelids. He obviously wasn't going to waste any time. Scott climbed on the bed, threw the covers off of Ruth-Ann, and climbed right on top of her. She felt his mouth on hers as his hips forced their way in between her thighs. His kisses were not the gentle nature of the night before, nor the type of desperation filled embraces that she had experienced while she was on the phone. Instead, these almost felt like a combination of anger and excitement, with a healthy dose of confusion mixed in. Almost like he was angry that he was kissing her, but not quite sure why he was angry in the first place. It made a very puzzling combination that Ruth-Ann's half- awake brain was still trying to process when he felt him inside of her. No warm-up, no pretenses, just his hard cock sliding into her without asking. It was a good thing that she had been turned on before he even got here, or he could have really hurt her. Ruth-Ann had no idea what was going on here, or why Scott was acting this way. Her body did know, however, that she was getting pounded mercilessly by his cock, and was quickly climbing the hill towards a colossal orgasm. So rather than ask questions, she decided to just go with the feeling and sort everything out afterwards. His breath on her cheek, the weight of him on her chest, the way that his hips caused her thighs to stretch out to make room for him. Everything was on sensory overload. She could feel him grunting in her ear, and thought that she could feel his cock beginning to swell even further inside of her. Sure enough, another couple of jackhammer strokes, and she could feel him begin to rise up in order to pull out of her. As much as she would have liked for him to come in her mouth again, she wanted even more to feel him come inside of her. "Don't pull out! Please! I'm on the pill, it's OK. Come inside me, please. Please come in me!" Apparently he was in no mood to argue, because she felt him settle back down into her, take two more strokes, and then slam into her with such force she thought her clit was going to shoot out the top of her head. The first shot felt like a howitzer cannon going off inside of her. Even though she had been on the pill for a couple of years now, she had not let any of the boys that she had been with come in her before. It was almost like it was too intimate, and the small chance of her getting pregnant had been a very useful deterrent for all of them. When that first shot hit her cervix, she felt her own orgasm come crashing down over her. It was different from anything she had felt before. It was almost like she had started coming in the exact spot where his sperm had hit inside of her, and was pulsing out from there in ever increasing waves. The next shot came, and she felt his entire body tense up and begin to shake. She realized that she had her fingers hooked into the muscles of his back, and could feel every twitch that his body was taking. It was a good thing that she kept her nails short, or she would have drawn blood without ever realizing it. Three, four, five, six, seven, and finally eight. Ruth- Ann counted eight shots of sperm that absolutely flooded her pussy, making her feel more full than she ever had in her life, even more than the time with the cucumber. The combination of Scott's come in her, his cock holding the flood inside of her, and his weight pressing down on her was as close to heaven on earth as she had come so far in her eighteen years on the planet. She wished that she could stay in that exact position forever, with her legs wrapped around his ass and her hands slowly stroking his back and hair, listening to his breathing slowly return to normal. After way too short a time, she felt Scott raise up enough that he could disengage from her and roll off to the side, still trying to catch his breath. Ruth-Ann felt almost empty without his cock inside of her, and she knew that if she moved even an inch, all of his come would begin to drain out of her. For some strange reason she wanted to keep that part of him inside of her for a while longer. Not because she wanted to get pregnant, but because there was a special sort of connection she felt after that intimate of an act. Opening her eyes, she turned her head to look at Scott, flat on his back next to her. She also noticed the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Is that time on the clock correct?" Scott didn't even open his eyes. "Yea. Why?" "Shit! It's 8:15!" Ruth-Ann almost jumped out of bed as she said that. "I have to be home in 15 minutes to go sailing! I'm going to be late! Shit! Where are my soccer clothes?" "In the laundry room. Next to the kitchen. Come on." Scott got up on unsteady legs and led her downstairs, both of them naked as jaybirds. In the laundry room, he opened the dryer and pulled out all of her clothes, and then pulled her shoes off of a rack on the back of the door. Ruth-Ann could already feel the come sliding out of her and beginning to ooze down her leg. She quickly grabbed her white cotton panties and pulled them into place in order to trap everything inside of her that she could. Sports bra, shorts, jersey, and shoes with her socks in her hands. "Where are my keys?" "They should be in the truck, which should be open. Ruth-Ann, I..." She didn't let him get another word out. "I have to go. I am going to be so late. I will see you on Monday, and maybe we can get some time alone next week. Bye!" Ruth- Ann rose up on her toes and planted a kiss right on his lips. Not an 'I have to have you' type of kiss, but more of an 'I had fun and let's do it again' kiss. Leaving him standing in the laundry room, she headed into the garage and raised the door. There in the driveway was her Explorer with the keys in the ignition, just like it was supposed to be. The security must be really good here if they can leave a car unlocked with the keys in it overnight with no worries. AS she turned the truck over, Brittany's new song "Toxic" was playing on the radio. With a taste of your lips I’m on a ride You’re toxic I’m slipping under With a taste of poison paradise I’m addicted to you Don’t you know that you’re toxic And I love what you do Don’t know you that you’re toxic With the radio turned up loud and Scott's come sliding out of her pussy into the crotch of her panties, Ruth- Ann could only smile as she passed the guard at the gate. "Poison Paradise indeed." To be continued... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 43